The Legendary Man

Jonathan was the numero uno among the Divine Realm cultivators.

With Seboxia currently in him, not even the underground cell could completely contain Jonathan’s power.

As for Kathleen, the alliance of the Leesons, the Mallorys, and the Hendersons behind Kathleen was only the result of the fight between the eight respectable families.

Perhaps this alliance was crucial in the outside world, but it was as helpful as a matchstick in a fire in the small world.

The alliance between cultivators had always been about the benefits they could reap. Stellario would be a fool if he were to go to Kathleen.

The fireworks above them soon disappeared.

Jonathan was sure that Hayden was doing his best to get to him as well.

In the next moment, the three started making their swift way along the ridge to the spot up ahead on their right.

“Jon, aren’t we getting too full of ourselves by running along the ridge without care?” Stellario asked as he gestured a spell to channel the spiritual energy inside him. In no time, he had covered himself with various spiritual parasites.

If anyone were to attack him from the side, Stellario would definitely be capable of summoning a large number of parasites.

“This is the fastest way there,” Jonathan flatly replied as he kept his gaze fixed on the path before them.

Despite the tranquility of his expression, Jonathan was feeling grim.

As per the rules introduced by the man earlier, in previous competitions, only the final one hundred cultivators in the arena would be chosen to serve as envoys of Yannopolis.

The competition was the same as battle royale games in the outside world.

The rate of elimination was high, and even if the survivors did not amount to up to a hundred, there would be no major issues.

selected from the hundred and eight villages would be bestowed with cultivation methods. Once they upgraded themselves, they would then be tossed into

only thirty people were selected from each village, there would at least be three thousand cultivators who would ultimately end up in the

definitely more than three thousand

massive black walls encircling the arena stretched for dozens of miles. In fact, if one were to imagine the arena as a

there were thousands of God Realm cultivators within

cultivator was capable of leaping dozens of meters away from their original

their locations

to hide themselves, they would still end up engaging in fights against other

stationary and concealing their aura, they

was inevitable, so Jonathan saw no

cultivators, they would be able to defeat them quickly. Avoiding

moment, Jonathan’s focus was mostly on Merilyn, who

the more frightful Jonathan

cultivation level was too low, as far as he could tell from when she tried to assassinate the

was merely a coincidence that Merilyn’s unique skills happened to be the perfect

at the moment, Jonathan realized that he might have underestimated

was strange. When Jonathan first found Stellario on Mount Boisvista, Stellario had been so quick that even

was adjusting his pace to match Jonathan’s as he

yet to channel his life force, he was already at

his feet’s meridians, flesh, and blood would suffer immense strain. He was teetering on the

Throughout their entire run, her posture remained unchanged,

attention to her breathing, he would realize that her

Jonathan found the corners of his lips

now. This is ridiculous. I was the numero uno in the Divine Realm

materialized before him—a clear indication of the bronze handbell fulfilling its role

“Someone’s attacking us!”